Luna Sutton had just brought back two buckets of water from the pond, and from a distance she could see someone sneaking bites of her cooking.
When she looked closely, she saw it was Quinn Morgan.
Standing right in front of the stove, grabbing food from several stone plates and shoveling it into her mouth, oil dripping all over her lips and hands.
The way she looked, it was like she hadn't eaten in eight hundred years.
Luna narrowed her eyes instantly, her face turning cold.
This old hag, she abused the original Luna all the time, and now she's sneaking around to steal her food; stealing would be bad enough, but grabbing it with her hands?
Doesn't she care if it's dirty? Absolutely disgusting.
Luna kept her face dark, carrying the water buckets over.
She slammed the buckets down on the ground, making a heavy "bang" sound.
Quinn Morgan was happily stealing bites, not even noticing anyone approaching. The sudden sound scared the hell out of her.
